Cameron

Cameron POV: 

"I may just have found a solution to our worries, brother," I said, smiling.

Samuel looked at me with raised eyebrows. 

Oh, big brother, I know you're going to like this. 

"Have you finalized a warrior instructor for the academy yet?" I asked, to which I earned a shake of his head, indicating a no. 

Perfect! 

"Since everything has been shit these past few days, why don't we go fill in for the semester..." Sam opened his mouth, probably to remind me about how we would be leaving our duties behind, but I held up a finger promoting him to let me continue, "... like I was saying we should fill in. All our royal engagements are caught up, and helping the academy is part of social work. Plus, don't we need new warriors for the new ranks in our army? Why not choose them first hand?" I said. 

I could see the wheel turning in his head. As much as he thought he rebelled in front of our parents and his duties, he was the far better royal among us. It probably came with being the eldest amongst us both; compared to me and our little sister Alana, so much more was expected of him. I felt bad for him, and with the nagging nowadays from the court and our parents, hell, even our past escapades seeking us out again in the hope of becoming our chosen mate has been getting to him. Also, another bad part about being the eldest, he was everyone's target. If he chooses a mate, despite if I don't, that she-wolf would automatically be consort to him when ascending the throne, while my chosen mate would still be crowned a princess despite me being a king. Royal politics were fucked! As much as it had its luxuries at the time, I knew he wished for a simpler life. Hell, I even did at times. And with the days going by without our mate by our side, it was getting harder; no doubt our beasts were becoming hard to control. They craved for their half just like we did. 

Looking back at Sam's hesitant posture, I said. 

"Come on, dude. I need a break; hell, you need one too. With what happened yesterday, mom won't let it go, and once the court knows the full extent, they'll be up to our asses as well. Anyway, It's Alana's first year at the academy as well; we can also help settle her in." I said, throwing in our little sister for backup. 

Sam and I were protective of Alana; she had always been sheltered, home-schooled, and hardly went out after a few she-wolves tried being friends with her in hopes of getting close to us. After that incident, she hardly went out again. 

From the looks of it, gears were turning in Sam's head. 

Home run just hit! I internally patted myself on the back. 

Another factor about going to the academy was probably to hook up with some willing she-wolves. We hardly condoodled in the castle or the pack; we didn't want our reputation going down the gutter. No doubt we wanted our mate, but that didn't mean we couldn't have a little fun while we waited. Plus, all those she-wolves knew they weren't our mate, and it was famous around the kingdom that we wouldn't take a chosen and would only make our fated mate our queen. However, that didn't stop the she-wolves from still trying though; as much as it was annoying, it came with the package whenever a she-wolf was on our arm. 

"I guess. We do need new recruits, and Alana does have a hard time adjusting to new environments. I'll talk to dad. I have a meeting with him, anyway, regarding the selection which you are supposed to be at as well might I add", Said Sam, looking at me with a raised brow.

Yeah, no, thank you. After what happened last night in their room, my wolf still hasn't calmed down. I didn't need to go there and blow a fuse if he denied us teaching at the academy. 

"Dude, I have this thing with Alana. How about you go?" I said, trying to get out of the meeting. 

Sam raised his eyebrows, calling my bluff. That's the bad part about being identical twins; we were one alpha in two bodies. That weird thing that humans claimed as twin telepathy was definitely real. Sam could always tell when I was actually doing something or lying, as I could him.  

"Yeah, not like Alana is out at her luna classes." Said Sam. 

Yup, he totally called my bluff. 

I sighed.

"Bro, my wolf is still pissed about yesterday's thing. I don't wanna get pissed off if dad says something. So please do a brother a solid and go yourself." I said, giving him my best smile. 

He just chuckled, shaking his head. This is why I loved my brother. He always knew when to push for something and when to drop it. He gave me a fist bump and went out the door to talk to dad. And I went to go find Alana. She was in her luna classes; being a royal, we already knew she'd be fated to an alpha, so mom and dad had already started her luna classes in advance to prepare. After all, she was the sole princess of the Wolf Kingdom; expectations were set for her, which, in my opinion, was a load of bullshit. She was forced to become an adult at seventeen; we were to, but we had responsibilities. We were to be kings, but Alana didn't have that responsibility. Mine and Sam's hearts went out for her; even our parents did as much, even though they had put her in those luna classes, the court required it, so there wasn't much they could do about it. Being a royal had its price, and it took its payment in the form of compromises in our lives. 

Rounding the corridor, I went down the staircase to the second floor, to the training room, where I saw Alana with Ms. Smith in ethics and pack law class. And judging by her fluttering eyelids, she'd pass out any moment now from boredom. I couldn't help the laugh that left my lips when I saw her. Which caught her and Ms. Smith's attention; Alana looked at me as if I were her saviour, her eyes pleading to get her out of this. 

I chuckled under my breath and put on my stoic royal face, which we had been taught at a young age, I walked toward the two figures. According to dad, we always had to remain emotionless, even if a storm was raging inside or if a freaking monkey was tickling our asses; we couldn't let our emotions be seen. It was the only way to ensure that our subjects never got the wrong impression and tried to overstep their boundaries. 

"Ms. Smith, you're dismissed for the day. Princess Alana is needed for some official matters. Thank you for your time." I said emotionlessly. 

Nodding her head and bowing to her prince and princess, she left. The moment she stepped out the door and closed it behind her, I was tackled, catching me off guard and causing me to take a few steps backwards before I could fall I gained my footing and hugged the little monster. 

"This is why you're my favourite." Said Alana 

"I swear you said the same thing to Sam the other day when he got you those new canvases for your artwork," I said, raising my eyebrow at her. 

The little one knew how to sweet talk. 

"Hey, my favourite depends on the date and time. Now, what's up? I know you aren't that nice to take dad's bashing for making me miss class, so shoot what is it? Everything is okay" said Avana, looking tense. 

The little monster was a smart one, no doubt. The last time Sam and I pulled her out of class, we got our asses handed to us by our parents. Even though we were future fucking kings, we weren't kings yet and could still be put in our place by our parents. Another reason our beasts would get pissed off, they were dominant creatures, born to rule, not to be commanded. 

"Can't I want to spend time with my little sister? You hurt me, princess." I said as I put my hand on my heart, feigning pain. 

Alana just rolled her eyes and pushed me. Chuckling, I dropped my arm around her shoulder and led her out. Us siblings hardly had time to be carefree with our emotions, so we took advantage of these little moments the best we could. 

"Something is bothering you. What is it, Cam?" Said Avana 

Just like Sam, Avana was the other person who could tell when something was wrong. Sighing, I stopped and sat on one of the sofas in the corridor, running my hand through my hair and then looking up.

"I don't know, A, I really don't. It's been seven years, and we've yet to find her. The court and our parents are going crazy, making us crazy. Is it so bad not wanting to take a chosen mate and wait for our fated? Mom and dad are fated mates. Don't they want that for us?" I said. 

I felt Alana sit next to me and hug me. 

"They do want that, Sam. Trust me, they do. All I hear in mom's prayers to the goddess is for you to both find your mate. They're just worried about how you two have become over the years. The violence and the rotation of she-wolves worries them. They're old and tried Cam; they'll be turning two hundred fifty this year. They want to retire." Said Alana. 

I knew she was right. We had indeed become more violent, and yesterday's display in the coliseum was just proving the fact. As much as we tried to hide our personal affairs with the she-wolves, Sam and I knew our parents weren't stupid. People talked, and even if our parents never explicitly said anything, it didn't mean they didn't know what their sons were doing in their spare time.

"What are you doing out here, you both?" I heard Sam say from a distance. 

Looking up, I saw him come down the hall towards us, a smile on his face. Reaching us, he looked at Alana, raising his eyebrows, asking her why she was out of class. The little devil just shrugged and pointed at me.

The little betrayer! 

"You know your gonna get your ass handed to you when mom finds out, right?" Said Sam. 

"Hopefully, with that smile on your face, that means I can Ali baba my way outta here before she gets to know," I said, laughing at my stupid joke. 

Both Alana and Sam chuckled. I guess I was funny, after all.

"Saved brother. Dad gave us the green light." Said Sam, smiling. 

"Greenlight for what?" Said Alana, looking between us. 

Oh, little sister, guess you'll be stuck with us a little longer than expected.